Save Tonight

Sleepy eyes,
amber haze,
distorted senses.
First place doesn't mean victory
because i never finished what i started.

I drew your face
on an Etch A Sketch,
one line, two lips
your hand guided me
as i wrote your name
with a syringe full of air.

And you looked down upon me
with your beautiful eyes,
and your beautiful hair,
and your beautiful jaw,

(still and slightly broken)

as it rested on my shoulder.

As for you,
my badly drawn boy,
with your sideways movies,
you tend to create such
beautiful
oil paintings in the sky.